Emma.
I had no say. That was simply the way my life at the Crescent pack was. King Drag had declared that I had to participate in the Blood Moon Ritual.
“You're unmated. That tattoo says nothing. You still smell like a ripe woman for any wolf. We will have to make sure this isn't some twisted joke by the moon goddess," he'd said.
I was speechless. Kael was ought to be my mate, my alpha. He shouldn't allow anyone else to as much as smell me. But here I was, agreeing to participate in a ritual to find a lover for the next mating season.
“You may not be a werewolf yet. But a bite from your mate will change that," he stated, smirking at me.
“But the alpha is—" I tried to argue.
Drag scoffed, “My son, the alpha isn't ready to mate with you. We have a law, no unmated werewolf shall re
